Chapter 1: The Bar

Jenna's POV

"I think this is it," I said walking up to our room with Emily.

"Yeah it is," she said. I put the card in and opened up our penthouse suite. It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room and a dining room.

"Look they gave us wine," Emily said.

"Yeah but I want a margarita," I said. She nodded and we put our bags in our rooms. I put on short jean shorts, sandals and a razorback tank exposing my tattoo of a dancer. I iPhone buzzed.

"Jane just sent me the schedule," I called. Jane was our coach. Being in her company was like being the best dancer, ever.

"I know she sent me one too," Emily called. I walked out and saw she was in short shorts and a tube top. "Ready to go," she said.

"Yup," I walked over to the door and opened it. We walked down and hopped in Emily's convertible. We drove around town till we found a bar.

"What can I get you lovely ladies?" the bartender asked.

"Two cosmos." He nodded and walked away. Then the sexiest guy came in. He had tan skin and green/hazel eyes. He was well over six foot. He wore a V-neck tee and you could tell he worked out.

"What can I get you?" the bartender. The man turned to me and said, "What do you think I should get?"

"Give him a bud light," I said. The bartender nodded then gave us our drinks.

"I'm Emmett," he said extending his hand.

"Jenna," I took it and shook it. I took a sip and looked back him.

"What brings you to LA?" he asked.

"Work," I said flatly. I looked over and saw Emily flirting with another guy.

"What do you do?" he asked

"I'm a dancer," he raised an eyebrow and I laughed. "I'm a jazz and tap dancer,"

"Oh," he chuckled.

"So what brings you to LA?"

"A change in weather." We sat and talked for a while. Then the alarm on my iPhone went off.

"I have to go, company conference."

"Do you need a ride?" I looked at Emily.

"Nah I'm good."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't want to go off with you and then be kidnapped or worse."

"What could be worse?" He put his chin on his hand and looked at me.

"Murder," I said casually.

"Well I can guarantee I'm not a murderer."

"Can you now?"

"Yup, so do you want a ride?"

"Sure." I tapped her on the shoulder and said, "I'm getting a ride, don't forget the car." She nodded and I walked out with him.

"How long is the confrence?"

"3 hours,"

"Wow," he said. I nodded. "Maybe we can hang out after," he said.

"Maybe," I said. He dropped me off at the hotel and before I got out I took out a piece of paper and wrote my number on it. "Give me a call," and I got out.